I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b][/b]Recollections of one dearly loved.
I once wrote a "Goodnight Moon" parody. For those not familiar it is a story read by parents to very young children. It has achieved a status of best seller in young children's literature.
But my tale was not childlike. Only in the coping of the prose of the original. I was not speaking to a toddler. But rather I wrote this for one I love(d) dearly. And still do. We had a connection that time itself could not dissever. At least not for me. And not for her. Deny it as she may. (and I am not saying she is)
But it was a fun piece. Lighthearted. Whimsical. Fun. And romantically sincere. In retrospect, I wrote a LOT of pieces like that to her. And published most of them at one time.
All that is left, sadly, (as no draft was saved), is this ending line. And ending line which I am sure means nothing to no one else. But it is important to me! And this time, It is ME I am publishing this for. Not for a audience of any type. As that is the way I usually decide to publish a story.
I have intentionally left the ending off it. Those who know of whom I speak will be able to rhyme it with no problem. As they will know of my feelings for her. Feelings they may even share to a degree. As HOW we feel about others is oft a private matter.
Be that as it may, I am now saying "Good Night", as I said to her, so many nights before bed. A virtual tuck in or send off to sleep. For a long time, it was appreciated. For a long time, I looked forward to sending it. As I do now.
Goodnight corner,
Goodnight chair,
Goodnight journal,
I see you there.
Goodnight AL,
Goodnight ON,,
Goodnight dear lady,
Good night.....
(sweet dreams)
I once wrote a "Goodnight Moon" parody. For those not familiar it is a story read by parents to very young children. It has achieved a status of best seller in young children's literature.
But my tale was not childlike. Only in the coping of the prose of the original. I was not speaking to a toddler. But rather I wrote this for one I love(d) dearly. And still do. We had a connection that time itself could not dissever. At least not for me. And not for her. Deny it as she may. (and I am not saying she is)
But it was a fun piece. Lighthearted. Whimsical. Fun. And romantically sincere. In retrospect, I wrote a LOT of pieces like that to her. And published most of them at one time.
All that is left, sadly, (as no draft was saved), is this ending line. And ending line which I am sure means nothing to no one else. But it is important to me! And this time, It is ME I am publishing this for. Not for a audience of any type. As that is the way I usually decide to publish a story.
I have intentionally left the ending off it. Those who know of whom I speak will be able to rhyme it with no problem. As they will know of my feelings for her. Feelings they may even share to a degree. As HOW we feel about others is oft a private matter.
Be that as it may, I am now saying "Good Night", as I said to her, so many nights before bed. A virtual tuck in or send off to sleep. For a long time, it was appreciated. For a long time, I looked forward to sending it. As I do now.
Goodnight corner,
Goodnight chair,
Goodnight journal,
I see you there.
Goodnight AL,
Goodnight ON,,
Goodnight dear lady,
Good night.....
(sweet dreams)
